JACK
"Yeah? So can I, just... not from that far underground. Not yet," Jack quips right back with a raise of his eyebrows, as if to say that Flora doesn't have the monopoly on smuggery if they're going to be chatting shit about it. Knowing there will be a follow up question on her lips almost as soon as he's finished speaking, the captain pushes up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the compass rose on his forearm, swirling with inky starlight.
He isn't surprised to hear that Flora has never been asked to attend any of the larger fights, the revelation earning a small, quiet smile even as he reaches instinctively for the cigarettes in his pocket; there hadn't exactly been time for another smoke when he'd been down in the bowels of the island. "I guess all that time pretendin' to be less than you are is comin' back to haunt you. Or help, dependin' on whether you wanna go risk your life to fight void monsters."
Folding the coat and dumping it on a nearby crate to examine later, Jack snorts as she speaks of Hadama. "Yeah, but he'll dither over which one to take for long enough that the wyrm'll collapse all of 'em before they get out," he retorts, pausing with a cigarette halfway to his lips as he catches the tangle of grey-area emotions that have Flora wanting to reach for him despite consistently slapping away any attempt he's made to have a real conversation.
With a soft sigh, he glances sidelong at her. "You actually okay?" he echoes her question from earlier.
He isn't surprised to hear that Flora has never been asked to attend any of the larger fights, the revelation earning a small, quiet smile even as he reaches instinctively for the cigarettes in his pocket; there hadn't exactly been time for another smoke when he'd been down in the bowels of the island. "I guess all that time pretendin' to be less than you are is comin' back to haunt you. Or help, dependin' on whether you wanna go risk your life to fight void monsters."
Folding the coat and dumping it on a nearby crate to examine later, Jack snorts as she speaks of Hadama. "Yeah, but he'll dither over which one to take for long enough that the wyrm'll collapse all of 'em before they get out," he retorts, pausing with a cigarette halfway to his lips as he catches the tangle of grey-area emotions that have Flora wanting to reach for him despite consistently slapping away any attempt he's made to have a real conversation.
With a soft sigh, he glances sidelong at her. "You actually okay?" he echoes her question from earlier.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
